The Destroyer

I held a bird,

Wings of shimmering gold.

Fly little one, I urged.

The bird lay on my palm,

As though playing dead.

Such breathtaking beauty,

In such a frail body.

I picked up the beautiful creation,

The masterpiece of art.

I gave it a name,

I became larger than life.

I loved the bird,

Till she learnt how to soar.

My little birdie,

Isn't so little anymore.

She's grown,

She's my Pikachu.

The Lost Journals of Eden

The Destroyer's POV